A few weeks ago, you ran away from home. You became a wanderer as you ran as far as you could from your old home. Now, you were in an unknown land where monsters roamed & danger had a chance of finding you at any corner.

You sat in front of a makeshift campfire, shivering from the cold. You heard grass shuffling behind you but just brushed it off as a squirrel. That was until something tapped your shoulder and spoke:

Marceline: "It's dangerous to be out alone in the woods, y'know.."